G-ray clouds don't gather,
R-ed beacon begins to ascend;
A-nother dawn has broken,
C-old chill starts to
E-nd.
M-orn twenty-fifth February
A-ims to meet the Saturday;
N-o more mist and haze,
R-aindrops fade away.
E-arly walk in the beach
A-lways makes you feel fine;
L-et the sea stay calm, waiting for the sunshine.
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